The Dalai Lama once said, "Hurrying does violence to time."
This story, as told by Zorba in Nikos Kazantzakis book, Zorba the Greek, illustrates the idea.
I remember one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark of a tree just as the butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come out. I waited awhile but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I bent over it and breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I could and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster than life. the case opened, the butterfly started slowly crawling out, and I shall never forget my horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled; the wretched butterfly tried with its whole trembling body to unfold them. Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath. In vain. It needed to be hatched out patiently and the unfolding of the wings needed to be a gradual process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the butterfly to appear, all crumpled, before its time. It struggled desperately and a few seconds later, died in the palm of my hand.
One of the nicest things about summer vacation is that I don't hurry—or need to hurry—for weeks at a time. It's a luxury I am very grateful for and wish everyone could enjoy as well.